Moose tracks in dirt or snow and knotholes in pine – We are all connected to each other and to this beautiful place we call home.
Let’s celebrate.

2 poems from Songs for a Beloved Friend, Poems and Essays for the Planet,which explore this connection:

CLOUDS
Birds fly across the sky
in the shape of clouds.
Continents form from vapor
and drift with the wind.
Fluid, fire, air, and core
are bound in intricate design.
The universe weaves the pattern,
and we are one stitch.